Looking at Zero who was about to leave, Xu Lang suddenly moved in his heart and shouted in the direction of the door: "After completing 15 missions and leaving the newspaper, who is the news?"
He didn't ask whether the news was true or false, because he decided that this was definitely not a way to escape, and now he was simply trying to clarify the confusion.
Zero's body paused, and his back did not turn his head bleakly. He stopped and said in a deep voice, "Three generations ago, there was no such rule, and it was widely spread after I came!"
"why?"
"Because this news is my means to gather people's hearts..." When he said this, he struggled again for a while, as if he felt something, and then said: "It is a false hope, but I got it in secret. The newspaper’s approval..."
"I can't tell the truth from the false..."
Zero left. When he came, he was full of confidence. When he left, his confidence collapsed and he was replaced by unprecedented confusion.
Yan Yan slowly walked to Xu Lang's side, looked at the taxi leaving outside the door, and said with a negative hand: "The final round is just the fifteenth mission for Zero. This hope is his lie, but To some extent it seems to be confirmed again."
"Still, this rule has always been in place, but no one can live to that time to verify its authenticity. It just so happens that in order to achieve the purpose of gathering people’s hearts and seizing the qualifications of the captain, it is a coincidence that this rule has been The rules that have been lost in the past are seen again!"
Xu Lang finally got up from the sofa. His understanding of "fate" was far deeper than that of the two of them. On the contrary, he proposed an even more incredible understanding of this rule!
"Perhaps, someone once had successfully completed 15 missions and left the newspaper!"
Yan Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled dumbly and turned his head to look at Xu Lang. He still held his own opinion: "I don't believe it! The way to leave the newspaper office must be to enter the final stage. The weakness of the newspaper office is the only opportunity. How could someone be here? The newspapers in the peak period successfully broke away!"
Xu Lang nodded, shook his head again, did not speak any more, but another unthinkable thought came to his mind again.
Perhaps it was precisely because one person successfully left the newspaper that the newspaper went from bad to worse, and this gave Xu Lang, Yan Yan, and Ling the qualifications to confront the newspaper head-on!
Thinking about it this way, everything is more in line with the requirements of fate!
Xu Lang and Yan Yan hold their own opinions, but he understands Yan Yan's thoughts. Once such a person has doubts about themselves, they will never go back to the past, become an arrow without a spearhead, and lose their invincible penetrating power.
He chuckled softly, patted Yan Yan's arm, and walked back: "No matter what, I believe in the fate that Zero said."
Yan Yan raised his brows. He had always believed that the so-called fate was actually just the powerful control of the newspaper, and now the control is getting weaker and weaker.
Even if fate really exists, these living people have the opportunity to break fate!
"The fantasy before the daydream, the newspaper was destroyed. This is a symbol. Except for the four surviving people, everyone is dead. Coincidentally, the executor of the final game is also the four of us. One!"
"Are you trying to say that even if we struggled to survive daydreams, we were already under the control of the newspaper?" Yan Yan was very tired of this statement.
Xu Lang smiled lightly, "Perhaps."
Yan Yan condensed his eyebrows and just walked forward, but the confusion in his pupils disappeared for a short time. After taking a deep look at Xu Lang, he didn't speak.
The two stopped outside a closed room.
Xu Lang looked at the house number above, with a lot of guilty conscience. Perhaps due to the nameless peculiarity, he could no longer take the initiative to execute the final game. Therefore, the newspaper "opened the net" and gave Xu Lang and Yan Yan the freedom to enter and leave the house. Power.
"Crunch"
Xu Lang pushed gently, and the door opened, exposing the tidy and clean room. This is an anonymous residence. It carries through his usual simplicity and purity. There are almost no household appliances inside, as if there are four walls.
Only some exercise equipment is placed in the corner, and the whole house looks very empty.
Xu Lang and Yan Yan walked toward the bedroom in a familiar way, where the **** was lying with a pale face and closed eyes. If it weren't for the regular ups and downs of the chest, others would look dead.
There is a bottle hanging by the bed, connected to the back of the hand that is placed on the chest, and conveying the nutrient solution to ensure that he will not die of thirst and starvation during the seven-day window period.
Xu Lang Rushui's mood fluctuated again. He slowly approached the bed, stretched out his hand and squeezed the back of the nameless hand, and then watched his reaction.
But Wuming's face still didn't change at all. After losing his consciousness, he seemed to be colder than before. This time, he didn't need to wear a mask that refused to others. Just lying here was enough to make people feel chilling.
Xu Lang sighed for a long time, and backhanded the corner of the quilt covering his chest, revealing the nameless chest. There was a black paper figure stuck there. Following Xu Lang's movements, the paper figure looked like the wind. Some fretting.
"Zero said that this paper man itself carries an unnamed part of his lifespan and soul. Even if the evil spirits of the day take away all of his soul, the small amount of soul in this paper man should return to his body. Inside, this shouldn’t happen..."
Xu Lang's voice was a bit small, as if he was speaking to a stern word, and as if speaking to himself, but when he looked at Wuming, he seemed to be forcing Wuming.
If the day’s evil spirits are so powerful that the newspapers cannot repair them, there may be some explanations, but with the presence of paper people, Wuming should not completely become a living dead after all. Although he cannot restore all his mobility and memory, at least he should Some changes.
But now...
Xu Lang didn't understand what was going on, and Yan Yan also didn't understand...
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There are three days left before the final round.
Xu Lang went to the unknown room as usual, replaced the nutrient solution for him, and checked his body. He had to come twice a day, and he has arrived eight times so far. Every time he opened the door, he would see the coldness. Of men appeared in the room, drinking tea or smoking cigarettes.
But every time, it was a deep disappointment, and it gradually evolved into despair.
Xu Lang changed clothes for Wuming. After wiping his body, he sat on the head of the bed and let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at the golden knife hanging on the wall with a dull expression.
"Perhaps, I really did something wrong. I shouldn't let Wuming survive from daydreaming and survive to face the tragedy of fate..."
Xu Lang had never regretted anything. This was the only time he dared not face the namelessness, now in a contradiction.
On the one hand, he desperately hopes that Wuming can wake up and go to the final game with him, so that he can be calmer in life or death; but on the other hand, he is afraid that Wuming will forget everything after waking up and become a lonely person with Endless loneliness leads to fate...
Xu Lang clenched his fists, he turned his head and looked at the sickly pale face, then turned and left!
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"I did something wrong. I shouldn't force Wuming into the fateful end. He should be a tough man who is not going down and dying upright!" Xu Lang was full of pain. He drank the wine in his glass, ruthlessly. He slammed it to the ground, and the glass was smashed.
Yan Yan, who was sitting right across from him, looked at these quietly and nodded.
He didn't say anything to appease, everything was doomed, he just turned his head and looked at the door of the newspaper office. At dusk, people came and went, but they had nothing to do with him.
This is the last night before the countdown to the final game, Wuming still hasn't awakened, and it can be expected that when fate arrives, he will not wake up either.
Nameless, will lose all resistance, dying miserably in the muddle, dying in the method of death that he shouldn't endure.
"Go and see him, only the last few hours are left..."
However, when Xu Lang and Yan Yan came to the door of the room, they were surprised to find a gap was exposed in the unknown door. Xu Lang pushed the door open like crazy, and rushed with joy. Go in.
But when he saw the unplugged needle, the opened bedding, and the empty room, he was stunned.
Yan Yan immediately noticed something wrong, and grabbed Xu Lang's arm and ran away from the newspaper. "Anonymous lost his memory. If you run like this, a catastrophe will happen!"
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It was a small alley so dirty that even beggars refused to settle down. No one wanted to take a look at it, but it also became a breeding ground for evil.
Three or two young people with colorful hair, at this moment, swinging downwards with a stick in their hands, hitting the barefooted man in pajamas, and every time an attack falls, it will leave behind on that body. A deep bruise and scar!
"Fool! Bai Chang is so strong, fight back! You fool!"
The leading young man was struggling to fight, rubbed his shoulders, took a sip, and his squishy saliva hit the face of the man who was still curled up on the ground.
"The boss calms down. You see that this fool must have run out of the mental hospital. Let's call to report, maybe we can make some money." Another young man with longer hair flatly lit a cigarette to the leader. .
The young people here kept talking, and no one cares about the bruised man anymore.
Although the man has been beaten and never fought back, he has tightly protected the fragile parts. His injuries seem to be serious, but in fact they did not hurt to the point. During the time he was beaten, he called for help and wailed. Nothing came out, not even shaking.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the young people in front of him through his arms.
"You idiot, what are you looking at! Look again and goug your eyes out!"
When the man who was still calm and curled up suddenly heard these words, he suddenly rioted, as if he was very sensitive to the "eye-gouging" incident, evoking a painful memory buried deep in his soul. He sprang from the spot almost in the blink of an eye.
The young man did not expect that the man who had been beaten up before suddenly violently violent. In a daze, he didn't even hide, so he was directly caught by the wrist by the man!
"what!!!"
His wrist seemed to be pinched by steel tongs, and an unbearable pressure suddenly came, and his bones creaked, and he heard the wailing of killing pigs, but then he was incapable of screaming again.
Because the moment the man grabbed his wrist, he pulled the young man over, clamped his head under his ribs, and smashed his sturdy right hand on his chin!
Click!
The young man's neck was abruptly broken, and his body fell to the ground feebly, completely dead.
The few youths who hadn't reacted directly across from them were completely stunned when they saw this scene, and they didn't even run.
And then the man's cold and merciless eyes looked at a few people, like a killing machine, killing all the living people in the entire alley in a short period of time!
When the sun shone on the alleyway, on the man with no blood on his ears, he looked at his hands in confusion, without breathing.
Killing, for him, is familiar, everything is like a machine working, even if he no longer has any memories, but the instinct rooted in the body is still there!
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